Rain pouring glasses of champagne
And I'm thinking about the same when those thoughts they reach their final route
Up all those who I call friends and I start to think again
What I'll do if I reach the end
Pouring, smoking
Crying, faking
Soaring, broken
Flying, shaking
I don't know how it goes here from the truth
I don't know how it be going with you
45 out and the cash in the boot
Better not tell me we came here to loot
Right back and I'm catching a suit
Tell me how it feels when I'm riding with you
More life to my friends in the loop
And I keep on rhyming, grinding, and shooting, yeah
Front of your door now
Tell them let's go, let's go now
Yeah, round that corner
Yeah, we smoking, yeah
Got me so loud
Rolling, rolling all out
Might be raining on us
Thought it rained for a moment
Rain pouring glasses of champagne
And I'm thinking about the same when those thoughts they reach their final route
Up all those who I call friends and I start to think again
What I'll do if I reach the end